And
There are times,
Life made me feel
Like a mouse in a church,
On a Monday morning.
It's quite and there is nobody.
Just the echo of the clock ticking.
The silence is almost big I can fold it and put it in my pocket.
A large statue of the virgin Mary
Stares at me lovingly,
" I have nothing, I drank it all up" I tell her.
I spot left overs of a chocolate bar,
Probably from some rich entitled kid,
From yesterday's Sunday service.
I smile.
My party.
My only means of survival.
I take a long drag of my cigar
And exhale.
I will fucking live.
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I Will Find My Own Sky
PoetryA collection of poems 4th place in Kuru Family Awards. I discovered, They were normal, Way too normal. And there I was , Just a sad girl, Dying to unlearn being NORMAL.
